aurelia, you are a sweet person.
Cash, it isn't so much eek as ack. It's been ongoing since his last sick. I'd take him to the vet for another adjustment, but that is happening in a week anyway. Just know that as long as I have MK, I will buy arm&hammer puppy pads, so...Not a retirement investment, though. My old man cat who makes friends with even avowed cat-haters. But he pees. A lot.
Facebook wasn't creepy for me until recently, when suddenly everyone's all up in my grill and demanding to know if I'm married. Maybe it's the baby pictures of my niece?
Eggs! I knew there was something important I COMPLETELY FORGOT when doing groceries this evening.
Loki keeps curling up IN THE LITTERBOX. Freak!
ok. ew, sara.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Thankfully so far facebook has been trauma-free, though there are several prospective friends whose identity I have no idea about. And I'm a little dubious about the number of people I knew in HS who now work for churches.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Please, god, take them away. They're not good, or anything, but I might eat them.
Instead, let me make more Kool Aid.
Damn you all. Now I'm jonesing for eggs and flapjacks, which would be a crosstown drive through sleet to get to.
Flapjacks are pancakes, right? They're so easy to make...if you have eggs.
Loki keeps curling up IN THE LITTERBOX.
ok. ew, sara.
Pretty much, yeah. Don't get it.